This is a song about "Arms race"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Once again, sit back, lets not race

That you were in my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

Knees week, arms are sturdy

I’m tryna be low key

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Your in my arms right next to me,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Dont run now, this is not a race

I miss the better days

Made me loose faith on human race.

Undercover to free the human race,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace